She medium for sound...
She knowing no muscle resistance...
Did u hear that note
It was an E....
No F flat in concert key
Came just like that....
She ancient roman aqueduct
For sound flow...
She transparent meditations on a sax...
She the future of language
Direct to the body...
Effecting chemical and biological change...
Emitting sounds at the door of the beginning
Where sound is chemistry...
She knowing no idea about the thing
But the very thing itself....
She the moment
She emotion
She no fear of what’s to come...
She improvisation itself...
She the answer to plutonium....
She a roman bell sounding off the liquid
Passage of time...
She invisible to secrets...
She melts psychic knots through
Psycho analytic scats....
She bass... she piano...
She more flexible than wind....
She the spirit of superwoman
In the American dream...
Say G, u get my drift
Next time u call a woman a name
Make sure it comes with a gift...
She flows like Susan Farrell moves
In Ballachines concerto barraco...
She spins saliva castles...
She cements the stars into continuity...
Like total orgasams... struggling to break molds...
To stray free, right from the throat...
Yielding, seeking , weeping....
Move vocal cords, out reach the piano...
Moving flowing giving...
She cataracts of sublime scales.....
Groping... touching... she la musica...
She eh una Donna...
she mera vigliosa....
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